A Prayer for Faith

God, give me back the simple faith that I so long have clung to,
—My simple faith in peace and hope, in loveliness and light—
Because without this faith of mine, the rhythms I have sung to
—Become as empty as the sky upon a starless night.

God, let me feel that right is right, that reason dwells with reason,
—And let me feel that something grows whenever there is rain—
And let me sense the splendid truth that season follows season,
—And let me dare to dream that there is tenderness in pain.

God, give me back my simple faith because my soul is straying
—Away from all the little creeds that I so long have known;
Oh, answer me while still I have at least the strength for praying,
—For if the prayer dies from my heart I will be quite alone.

God, give me back the simple faith that I so long have clung to,
—My simple faith in peace and hope, in loveliness and light—
Because without this faith of mine, the rhythms I have sung to
—Become as empty as the sky upon a starless night.

God, let me feel that right is right, that reason dwells with reason,
—And let me feel that something grows whenever there is rain—
And let me sense the splendid truth that season follows season,
—And let me dare to dream that there is tenderness in pain.

God, give me back my simple faith because my soul is straying
—Away from all the little creeds that I so long have known;
Oh, answer me while still I have at least the strength for praying,
—For if the prayer dies from my heart I will be quite alone.
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